I am so very grateful for:
The charge nurse on duty at Mt. Hood Medical Center that night Logan was born. I regretfully can not remember her name, but I have often thought about the effort she must have put forth to become a nurse and then the continual training she went through to obtain the position she was in. I will never know what was going through her mind that night but I do know she was very professional and calm for the duration of the ordeal. After the initial shock had worn off I remember asking her if she had ever done that before (she delivered Logan on her own) her reply "I have delivered many babies on my own, but never one that early".
The skill and training of the NICU transport team. Who quickly and effectively prepared Logan to move to his home in the Children's Hospital.
The many nurses and doctors at Legacy Emanuel hospital in Portland. There are so many special people that dedicated so much of their lives to take care of tiny little babies. I would name every one of them but I am sure I would leave some out. But I would like to give special mention to Malia who was Logan's primary nurse and become a great friend. The day we visited the hospital right before we moved we say Dr. Fred Baker who was so excited to see us and Logan that he wanted a picture with our little guy. How great it is that the doctors care so much for the little ones that they care for. Logan made sure that they were on their game and I think surprised them a little by the recovery he made.
The Blue Lake Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Who without hesitation did all that they could for us and Logan. The special fast that was held on Logan's behalf and the multitude of prayers that were offered. Logan wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for what was done by each of the members of the ward.
The many hundreds of people that attended Mormon Temples where Logan's name was on the prayer roll. They sacrificed time to serve and worship and offered their faith on behalf of a tiny little baby that they never met and may never know.
Family. Family that dropped everything to offer a helping hand. Family that had as much worry as Diana and I had. Family that was willing to offer prayers for the first time. Family that love us and will always love us.
A loving, caring, perfect Heavenly Father. Who blessed me and my family beyond measure. Who continues to bless me daily. Who created a plan for families to be together forever. A Father's love which sustained me through difficult times. A Father that sent His Son to earth to overcome sin and death. A sacrifice that I don't completely understand, but that I rely on daily.
Friends. Friends that offered prayers, thoughts and all they could for us. Many of which do not share my faith, but offered what they believed would help, and it did.
This year Thanksgiving was more then just a turkey dinner. It was more than just spending time with friends and family. This list could have gone on and on. This past year has changed me. It has improved me. I see the love of a God all around me. Thank-you to everyone that has touched my life this year.
